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“ Dazai. “ Chuuya spoke with a scowl he tried to fight off, it didn’t work, not even close.
He glared at Dazai, his luminous blue eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms, the tight black leather jacket with pale red lining pressing against his body as he moved.
Chuuya leaned up to the side against his front door cold wooden frame, evidently not wanting to hear what Dazai had to say, yet stayed attentively to observe the other either way. The rain that came crashing down hammered against the ground around them intensely, not hearing anything other than the loud and striking rain in the background, as some droplets seeped into the cracks of the wooden floors at the front porch. The moist atmosphere introduced a familiar fragrance to Chuuya, that of the desire to scream, destroy something. Something to give him an excuse to prevent the moment he was remorsefully and frustratingly sharing with his partner (if their occupation can even be considered that at this very moment), Osamu Dazai.
“ Chuuya! Let me expl–! “ Dazai started as he was breathing heavily, he was covered from head to toe in the rain; the dumbfuck forgot his raincoat again.. His distinguishable sleekly immaculate short wavy hair messily drooped like seaweed, humiliatingly complementing his already despondent face. Blotched makeup was tarnished thanks to the raindrops. What seemed to resemble a big black star under his eyes was now vandalized by the drops of water that just wouldn’t stop assaulting him as he ran to his destination, leaving raindrop marks as its final attempt at messing around with the poor lad. Lipstick that Dazai had involuntarily applied was smeared as a casualty seemingly due to his futile attempts at shielding and rubbing the rain away from his face. (He protested against the idea, but eventually reluctantly applied it from vain guilt-tripping. He knew it was a hassle, though this just only gave him more reasons as to why he should never wear lipstick ever again.)
Chuuya stopped him as soon as he started.
“ Don’t, just stop. “ Chuuya spoke abruptly, a tone overflowing with distaste, his breathing slightly uneven from the pure rage building up in his chest that was slowly suffocating his thoughts and throat.
The silence was louder than anything, the tension thicker than the layers of ocean Chuuya would very much like to drown in right there and then.
The created fog from the rainstorm surrounding the two, the misty white making everything even harder to take in.
Chuuya took a deep breath to keep in check of his emotions.
“ Dazai.. What the fuck. “ That’s all Chuuya could muster without wanting to bash Dazai’s head into something (the better phrase is doing exactly that), his jaw was clenched as he tried to keep his composure but was on the brink of combusting every time he looked at Dazai’s display of leftover debris of his facade.
Dazai looked down at Chuuya, standing up straight and trying to think of something to say, but he didn’t know what to say or do, what valid answer can he even start with? A “I’m sorry” or “what about you?”. All he could let out was a shaky exhale as he tried to recollect his thoughts to at least 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨!
He knew what he said was quite stupid, almost pathetic; maybe pitiful. But what did that entail in the end? Does this result every time to, that’s just it? He couldn’t bear that thought, not here and not now. Or ever.
“ Chuuya. “ Dazai spoke up, quietly so his voice doesn’t break up while he’s speaking, white mist following his slow words from the coldness, the rain just barely drowning out Dazai’s hushed guilt-ridden tone.
Is he.. Pleading? No, it can’t be. Dazai? Dazai Osamu? Osamu Dazai? Begging for Chuuya to hear him out? Chuuya’s facial expression was still grim, a part of him wanted to shove Dazai out of his face and screech vigorously about him leaving him the fuck alone, but.. Sickeningly, he couldn’t help but feel this might be the last time he’ll ever hear from Dazai; and he didn’t want to even think of that possibility. He didn’t want to admit it, but what else could he do when Dazai is acting like a poor and helpless wet dog at his doorstep? Chuuya sighed and gathered his feelings, he couldn’t let Dazai go, not again.
“ If I don’t get a thorough fucking explanation on why, how and what I fucking swear, Mackerel. “ Chuuya stated his scowl fading slightly, but still pronounced on his features as he eyes Dazai, no intention of letting him off so easily. “ Enlighten me on why we shouldn’t let history repeat itself. “
Those words were spoken, it hurt excruciatingly, but it had to be said. After all, the only difference here is one of the two is wet and the other is dry.
Where does.. Or can Dazai even start?
[𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗹𝘂𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝟴:𝟮𝟵𝗣𝗠.]
𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗹?! 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗜’𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿.
Dazai wasn’t rushing himself at all, in fact, he was taking his sweet, sweet beloved time, humming to himself a light tune as he picked up his phone to check the message, still grabbing his things; he seemed suspiciously giddy.. Probably planning random chaos he will construct for no reason as per usual.
Dazai was clearly plotting something, what? You never know, it’s Dazai, probably the most unpredictable person you’ll ever step foot near.
His dark brown hair was slicked back neatly, a patch of hair away from the side of his forehead, though that’s not how he likes his hair, but alas, an eyeliner death sounded painful.
The big black stars under his eyes were detracted by the improvised colourful eyeliner that were chaotically applied around his eyes. He knew he would probably get heavily scolded by the directors – Especially Doppo Kunikida – who always managed to insult his judgement, but he didn’t really care about them.
Dazai had a black suit and under it was a white button up with black buttons (there was no way in hell he was wearing those leather jackets Chuuya’s so obsessed over.)
He did wear tight plaid patterned pants that reached just above his ankles after Chuuya had insisted him to.. Violently.
Dazai saw the message Chuuya had sent him, grinning slightly, knowing exactly how to make Chuuya aggravated (if only he would be there to see it, priceless every time), as he added some late minute touch ups to his hair; trying to make it look abnormal, he liked messing around with the people in charge by adding his own “Dazai Touch” to everything he can lay his hands on.
[𝗗𝗮𝘇𝗮𝗶 𝗮𝘁 𝟴:𝟯𝟮𝗣𝗠.]
𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗽<𝟯
He typed out and put his phone away, immediately putting it on silent. He knew that would rile up Chuuya to the core, his unseriousness has always made Chuuya lose his shit and it’s always hilarious to watch (and in Dazai’s case, be a part of.)
[𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗹𝘂𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝟴:𝟯𝟯𝗣𝗠]
𝗜 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱.
“ FInally! You fucking asshole. “ Chuuya spoke, his frown very apparent and sour, his tone hinting that he wanted to kill Dazai as he saw Dazai walking in, proud of himself for pissing off Chuuya. (Hint, he did want to kill him.)
Chuuya was backstage, ordering people around to get everything ready and organizing the placements accordingly before getting the show on the road. His striking and diverse long orange hair flowing flawlessly over his left shoulder despite the absolutely suffocating and hot weather in the space and equipment moving around rapidly with chattering in every corner, pens clicking, papers flapping, footsteps pounding and racing on the grounds. The ends of his hair curled up slightly under his pork pie hat with the iconic thin grey chain on the brim on the side, Chuuya’s gaze fell on Dazai, his eyes narrowing slightly.
“ What the hell did you do with your eyes, Mackerel? “ Chuuya questioned after he ordered the light to be rotated from right above of Dazai; his eyes scanning Dazai’s face, seeing the layout of the contrasting look, liking how chaotic it looked but not bothering to have shown his fondness, instead rolling his eyes in an unimpressed way, wrinkling his nose slightly.
Chuuya walked over to Dazai, his tight black leather trousers wrapping around his legs, his black platforms clicking on the ground as he approached Dazai. Chuuya also wore his usual leather cropped jacket with pale red lining, clinging onto his upper body and his gloved hand reached over to Dazai’s hair, shaping it to appear less deranged.
“ Of course you messed with the dress code again. Don’t you go crying when Kunikida scolds your ass. “ Chuuya slandered Dazai, exhaling sharply from under his breath.
Chuuya looked absolutely impeccable, it made Dazai’s heartbeat pick up lightly as he felt Chuuya’s hand going through his hair, caught off guard by the sudden contact they were having. They both stood there in surprisingly easy silence.
Chuuya usually doesn’t touch Dazai, unless it was to punch or slap him, but doing it felt.. Nice. Chuuya felt Dazai’s soft hair through his fingers, purposely acting as if he was fixing Dazai’s chaotic and muddled hair, although in reality he loved the silky and mellow feel of it in his hand.
“ And you have weird eyeliner on. “ Chuuya added serenefully, glancing at Dazai’s eyes, his voice relaxed, tone much more courtly now. He reluctantly removed his hand and his gaze shifted to Dazai’s dark red lips that the above lights made glisten from the touch of lipgloss he had on.. Chuuya suddenly had a lip bulb idea.
Chuuya grinned, he knew exactly how to make Dazai’s life a living nightmare for a whole long, long concert.
“ You know what would look absolutely stunning, Mackerel? “ Chuuya spoke, sounding mockingly innocent but Dazai could see the fire of mischief in his eyes.
“ Oh no. “ Dazai immediately spoke, having an idea of how Chuuya could absolutely torture him. Dazai visibly irked as he saw what Chuuya had in his hand.
Chuuya grabbed a small and bottle-like object, it was a plum shade of lipstick.. Chuuya smirked and held it up to Dazai’s face, there was pure amusement splattered across his face.
“ So.. This would look amazing. “ Chuuya pouted at Dazai’s very discouraging face, he shook his head and pushed Chuuya’s hand away, refusing instantly “ No. “ Dazai spoke and pulled a ‘hmph’ facial expression, crossing his arms
“ But Daazzaai-ssaaannn.. “ Chuuya fakely pouted with a mocking tone and brought it to his face and had puppy eyes. “ It would tie everything perfectly.. “
Though Dazai didn’t wanna admit it, he immediately felt guilty, making his protest go to vain instantly. Despite knowing Chuuya’s entire act is clearly and obnoxiously fake, He sighed and snatched the lipstick from Chuuya, instantly frowning as he started to open the lid to apply it.
“ Fine. “ Dazai muttered in defeat as he looked around for a mirror, finding the mirror of one of the makeup tables, he leaned over and started to apply the plum lipstick over his lips, feeling the weird waxy texture of the lipstick, though it did smell extremely cordial. A bit like the smell of fresh pomegranates, despite that observation, he found himself instantly regretting his choice to do it but applied it anyway as Chuuya had an expression of triumph all over his smug little smile.
“ Damn you, Slug. “ Dazai thrusted the lipstick back to Chuuya after applying it, he easily caught it and grinned evilly.
“ That’s what you get for coming so late, Mackerel. “ Chuuya said easily, waving the lipstick in Dazai’s face as he took a tissue to adjust the strong colour the lipstick had on his lips.
“ Well, you look astounding. “ Said Chuuya, a voice full of mockery as he had to hold back a laugh looking at Dazai’s clearly disagreeing facial expression from the mirror, rolling his eyes at Chuuya with a scowling and stale expression, clearly not impressed by the obnoxious ‘compliment’ he just had gotten. “ It makes your lips look much more kissable. “ Chuuya added to further lengthen the interaction, he was always getting bugged by Dazai, it was his turn now. It would only be fair. What better way to get on Dazai’s little nerves than to flirt?
“ Haha, Chibi. “ Dazai retorted, his now glossy plum hued lips curling into a frown, not entertained by Chuuya’s attempt to vex him, though Chuuya’s statement made his facial expression turn into one of light surprise, not expecting for the other to say such a thing; but Dazai’s face goes right back to one of indifference, not wanting to satisfy Chuuya by getting taken aback.
“ Now stop goofing around, we have a concert to do. “ Stated Chuuya after his failed attempt, scanning Dazai’s appearance, having a face of displeasure. “ A suit? What are you, a businessman? “ Chuuya taunted with a face of annoyance; both their outfits varied drastically.
“ How can you even wear all that leather without wanting to take it off? “ Dazai shot back, crossing his arms and then smirked, clearly coming up with something to rile Chuuya up. “ Well, at least I don’t look like a packaged orange covered in leather. “
Chuuya scowled at the insult and shoved at Dazai’s shoulder with his elbow infuriatedly.
“ You asshat. “ Chuuya spat, rolling his eyes.
“ Stop bickering like children already! “ A voice spoke up behind them; those words were spoken by Doppo Kunikida, their PR Manager and considerably a friend of both of theirs (Chuuya is way closer to Kunikida, partially because Dazai loves to be insufferable.)
Kunikida’s golden-blonde long hair that was tied into a low ponytail was as tidy as usual, his bangs parted to the right neatly away from his dark grey eyes. Kunikida’s notebook was in his hands as his gaze shifted from one another and eventually fixated on Dazai. “ I’m not surprised you’re so late.. Now nothing is aligned in the schedule! You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago! “ Spoke Kunikida frustratedly, he pinched the bridge of his nose irritatedly, his glasses at the tip of his nose before he pushed it back up and let out a maddened sigh. He brought up his black and white notebook that had a huge label on it that said ‘IDEALS’ in Japanese letters, and started to draft down some things with his black fountain pen (probably fixing up his schedule after Dazai had completely wrecked it.)
Kunikida is a very organized person, not only is he responsible and mature when it comes to his work but he's very decisive and bluntly straight-forward, he's easily a very inspiring leader, but his only problem is that he has a short temper that Dazai loves to mess with.
Kunikida was a usually formal person, he is seen wearing a beige vest that matched his trousers, under he wore a black long-sleeved dress shirt with a red ribbon tied into a bow neatly around his neck.
“ Aww, did I mess up your plans, Kunikida? “ Taunted Dazai playfully, leaning up real close to Kunikida, a smug smile splattered across his face as he enjoyed enraging Kunikida as much as Chuuya; after all, it’s not his problem that they both can’t take a few lighthearted jokes.
“ Shut it, Dazai. “ Kunikida snapped, rolling his eyes and scowling. “ Not only 𝘥𝘪𝘥 you mess up the schedule for the 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙩 but you also put some ridiculous stuff around your eyes! What did I say about that? “ He added, clearly not as fond about Dazai’s assortment of makeup (told you he’d be shunned.)
“ You know we follow very specific themes for our dress codes and makeup that Yosano herself set up. It’s also my job as PR manager to make sure you look good for the public, Dazai. “ Kunikida composed his tone to a more mature and calm one, not giving Dazai the satisfaction of vexing him to the maximum. “ We cannot have you doing such ridiculous things just because you could. “
“ It’s just a few patterns! They won’t think I mass murdered people by using colours, Kunikida. “ Dazai countered, he didn’t see the point of being so stuck up about his face, it’s just makeup to him, he never cared for whoever thought it looked weird or abnormal; they’re rockstars!
Chuuya rolled his eyes at Dazai’s futile argument, knowing this will take a whole turn if they continued on conflicting; he’s seen it happen before, so he chose to step in.
“ I apologize for Dazai’s inconsideration, Kunikida. “ Chimed in Chuuya and he gazed at Kunikida. His face was relaxed and neutral as he folded his arms together.
Kunikida looked at Chuuya and let out a closed-eye exhale, nodding. “ You two better be ready by the time we start, Osamu Dazai, I swear if you do anything. “ Kunikida threatened, pointing his index to Dazai’s chest, his face turning into a bitter grimace as he narrowed his eyes.
“ Yes, sir! “ Dazai bantered, winking mockingly as he grinned widely at Kunikida, causing him to sneer and mumble something among the words of ‘𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦.’ while he let off to make sure everything is set.
“ Why is everybody so worked up? There’s still 2 hours before the concert. “ Dazai questioned and he turned to Chuuya, taking a moment to grasp Chuuya’s appearance.. "𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺" Dazai thought to himself as he studied Chuuya, but quickly looked up to Chuuya’s face again as soon as he realized he was staring.
“ Have you ever thought that not all of us are so laid back and chill like you, Mackerel? “ Mocked Chuuya, letting out an annoyed exhale while looking off somewhere else, his lips parted into an expression of sourness, not intrigued enough to interact with Dazai (knowing Dazai would try to get an irked reaction from Chuuya.)
Before Dazai could counter with a snarky comment to piss Chuuya off, two pairs of heels were clicking on the floor behind them at a fast pace and suddenly a gloved hand reached out and grabbed Chuuya’s face, pulling it up to reveal a woman; Akiko Yosano, the one in charge of makeup/dress code.
Chuuya yelped and his face turned into one of anger, trying to get out of Yosano’s grip while speaking “ Hey! What the hell?! “ Grunted Chuuya in frustration.
“ Stay still, goddamn it! Your makeup and hair is not matching Dazai’s! Sigma, hair. “ Yosano spoke as she started to clean out the already put makeup with makeup-remover pads around his face to change it to sync with Dazai's look. Chuuya had a look of utter refusal. There was a tall man next to her as she was working with a neutral facial expression and was holding a makeup bag for Yosano.
“ He looks like a stupid clown! I’m not gonna let you do that! “ Chuuya protested angrily.
“ Oh shut it! “ She replied irritably and had a face of focus, not caring for Chuuya’s unwillingness to stick to the rules. Yosano was after all the one in charge, she had to make sure everything was perfect.
“ Don’t squirm, it’ll be harder for you. “ The man spoke softly, it was Sigma, the one in charge of hair and Yosano’s personal assistant. He had already moved and attacked Chuuya’s hair with a comb and hairspray as he was fixing it up while Yosano worked on his face.
Sigma had straight waist-length split hair that flowed satisfyingly and he had reflective star pins all over. It was part lilac and part white, matching his grey eyes that were covered by the loose spikes that were parted in the middle of his face, and around his eyes were white star themed eyeliner designs that matched his outfit.
His attire consisted of a long white coat and on the interior of the tails of his coat was a sparkly or galactic purple hued design with black slacks to match and sparkly off white heels that matched his earrings. He had a few rings on his fingers and a neat tie around the collar of his white button up.
Yosano finished clearing up Chuuya’s eye makeup and splattered foundation as a base, her movements were aggressive and harsh, causing her to get a bit frustrated with Chuuya's skin.
Sigma moved out of the way, realizing Yosano was a little frustrated after he finished fixing up his hair and subtly added a few star pins in his hair. He then looked at Dazai.. Who knew what would happen next.
“ You're too harsh for the handwork! “ She sighed aggravatedly, shaking her head in disapproval of Chuuya's protests as she sharply glanced at Dazai’s eye makeup and went back to Chuuya to get the design down, picking up the eyeliner pens and starting to draw very precisely and carefully. She tucked some loose hairs behind her ears, her dark haired bangs brushing off her magenta eyes to get a proper view of Chuuya’s eye structure. Yosano’s grip was extremely persistent, making little to no room for Chuuya to squirm out of her forceful grasp, the texture of her above wrist length gloves harshly pressed up against Chuuya’s cheeks as she was working on his makeup.
Yosano was usually quite reserved, but when it came to her work, she was extremely determined to go beyond her best abilities.. It’s almost scary. (Actually, it's just plain scary.)
Her appearance was very simple compared to other workers; Yosano had a white button up blouse with puffed sleeves and a simple black skirt that reached her knees with tights and dark red clicky platform heels. Her dark hair cut into a bob that reached her chin and had a golden butterfly clip on the side of her head, she was never seen without it.
Yosano grabbed the same plum lipstick that was sitting around after Dazai applied it and opened it, applying it on his lips lightly with an outer layer of lip gloss (serves him right.)
“ And done. Wasn’t so hard, was it now? “ Yosano taunted discreetly after finishing, throwing the lipstick to the side and with a clunk sound it went inside the bag full of other makeup products that Sigma precisely placed there, her tone one of satisfaction as she lowered the eyeliner pens that were in her other hand and stood up straight, smiling proudly at her work, feeling fulfilled with the similarity between the designs on both their faces.
Sigma was also smiling happily now as if sparkles were emitting from him as he was looking at Dazai’s fixed hair, it was filled with pretty star pins as well and it was at the same time fixed accordingly.
Chuuya had a slightly bitter facial expression as he looked at the mirror, clearly not as liking to it as Yosano and Sigma, though he had no choice but to thank them for it. “ Thank you, Yosano, Sigma. “ Chuuya muttered reluctantly while his hand reached to his hair to remove some star pins but Sigma slapped his hand down to prevent him from doing that with a stern expression.
“ Not a problem; It’s my job. Oh! And Osamu dearest Dazai.. “ Yosano turned to Dazai and smiled, though what left her mouth in a sweet tone was the opposite of what her face said. “ If you pull this stunt again and show up with unplanned makeup like that.. I’ll poke this eyeliner pen into your eyes repeatedly until they both gouge right out of their sockets, okay? “
Dazai forgot the most important step of him pissing off people in charge.. It’s best to not vex someone like Yosano; she’s very passionate about her work. A chill ran down his spine and he had a face of slight shock, imagining the very gruesome and graphic scene Yosano just described.
Sigma didn’t look in the slightest disturbed as he took the eyeliner pens from Yosano’s hand and tossed them in the bag nearby, picking it up once again, brushing some hair off his eyes.
“ Yes, of course. “ Dazai spoke instantly, smiling back as she walked away and Sigma followed her as both their heels clicked on the grounds and both started to speak to each other and Dazai let out a breath that he didn't realize he was holding in, better to keep her on her good side then.
Chuuya snickered at Dazai's reaction to Yosano’s threat.
“ Shaking in your scared little boots, Dazai? “ Chuuya taunted agonizingly, having a smirk on his face as if a sign of victory.
Dazai rolled his eyes and scoffed at Chuuya, wrinkling his nose. “ No, I just so happen to care for my life, somehow. “ Spoke Dazai sarcastically.
“ Since when? Did you hit your head while saying that? “ Chuuya shot back with a sneer.
When they were going to bicker, Dazai then felt a presence next to them, he turned his head to the side and saw a rather short girl who was looking at them both with a face of indifference.
“ Oh, hello. “ The girl spoke, it was Kyōka Izumi, a trainee. She was under the supervision of Ryūnosuke Akutagawa who was in the Audio Engineering department. She was a quiet girl and usually isolated, doing whatever Akutagawa tells her to do.
She had long black hair that was tied with white flower pins into two low twin-tails that reached just above her hips and her dim blue eyes were slightly dull at times. She wore a red kimono with a sprout-like pattern on it, and its yellow datejime was neatly tied. She wore long white socks and sandals along her arms seemed to have yellow and red wrist pads. She had a necklace with a phone attached to it with a tiny squishy white rabbit doll hanging on the phone.
“ ..How long were you there for? “ Dazai questioned curiously as Chuuya looked at Kyouka with a raised eyebrow.
“ A few minutes, when Akutagawa and Atsushi started fighting again, I was just walking around. “ She responded coolly, clasping her hands together in front as she gestured towards the bickering men in a corner with her eyes.
Akutagawa and who seemed to be Nakajima Atsushi were arguing, as they normally do.
Akutagawa was a slim man and had pale skin, his black choppy hair had side bangs that reached his chin at the end had white tips. He had baggy and sharp dark grey eyes. He wore a long black coat that reached past his knees and under had a layered white ruffle dress shirt with a jabot at the collar. He wore tight black trousers and black dress shoes that complimented his coat.
While, Atsushi looked drastically different. Atsushi had light grey with a prominent black streak on his hair that was short and swept forward in loose spikes with a lock left long on the right side of his face, he also had segmental heterochromia, consisting of purple on the top half of his iris and yellow along the bottom curve of his pupil, making his appearance already much more vibrant than Akutagawa.
He wore a white button-up with the sleeves pushed to his elbows, a loose black tie around the collar, black pants that matched his matte black fingerless gloves, black suspenders and a long black belt with black short-heeled boots
The two were probably arguing about meaningless stuff as per usual, either it was a slight change in the audio, or overall the results in general, they always had a “reason” to quarrel with each other.
Whoever thought it was a good idea to put them together in the department.. Is a dumbass.
While Akutagawa was the nitpicky type, Atsushi was the more casual but timid about the process, and those completely contradicted each other.
“ Well, sweet summer child, if you were even the least bit sensible, you would clearly see that this is wrong! How more incompetent could you get? “ Akutagawa said snarkily.
“ I have a name, you know! And stop calling me that! It’s not my problem that your version didn’t get accepted! “ Atsushi countered frustratedly.
“ This is the second argument since they got here.. They got here twenty minutes ago. “ Kyouka spoke, drowning out the futile bickering.
Dazai and Chuuya looked at each other for a moment, clearly debating if they should step in or not, but eventually agreed telepathically they’d let it be, there was no stopping those two.
“ And you have a weird look on your eyes, Dazai. “ Kyouka spoke as she pointed out Dazai’s eye look before any of them could respond. She didn’t look unimpressed.. Or impressed, she looked curious more than anything. Though it was hard to tell from her naturally neutral face. “ And your hair has star pins on the– “
“ Kyouka, why don’t you go talk with Atsushi? You know, distract him from the fight with Akutagawa? “ Dazai cut her off with a phony smile
Kyouka fell silent for a moment but then nodded. She did seem like she wanted to speak with Atsushi so she bowed down slightly and then walked away to the direction of the dreadful fight that was happening over at the corner.
“ What, a 14-year old hurt your sorry little feelings, Mackerel? “ Chuuya said slyly, leaning over towards Dazai with a taunting smirk.
Dazai looked at Chuuya and rolled his eyes. “ I just happen to not feel like swallowing insults from kids. “ He countered coolly and slightly shrugged
“ Just admit it! Your pride acted up because a child insulted your choices! “ Chuuya laughed mockingly.
“ Well, you’re no different either! Don’t forget Yosano gave you the exact same look. “ Dazai ridiculed.
As Chuuya and Dazai were starting to bicker at each other once again (they can never be stopped apparently), the velvety textured and maroon curtains to the equipment room they were both standing next to suddenly opened compellingly, revealing a tall man and he popped his head in between the two of them, smiling sheepishly and timidly.
“ Osamu! Nakahara! “ The man breathed out; it was Edgar Allan Poe, the head of the songwriting team. Poe was usually seen around, always in his lyrics book; he was known to be quite eccentric at times.. This sudden presentation caught both of them off guard.
Edgar’s eyes were completely covered by his dark brown with a purple undertone long mullet, but he quickly and frantically moved some of his bangs off his left eye; his eyes showed to be a violet hue up close.
Poe is revealed to have a sort of a Victorian kind of style, his usual attire being extremely intricate; a white mandarin collar button-up shirt with a white jabot around his neck. He has a black vest under an open cream coloured tailcoat that is torn around the bottom, and coloured lapels. Over that he wears a thigh-length black cape that flowed behind him every time he walked but was held together by a chain clasp. He has a belt with a large square buckle and his trousers are dark with light pinstripes. His boots are high heeled and have black soles and are folded at the top and end just below the knees.
“ I must ask you both, this ought to sound like a completely impractical question, but you’ve both memorized your parts right? I mustn't let my hard working lyrics go down the drain! I’ll have you two know, I spent an entire week editing each song. “ Edgar spoke quickly, he was clasping a book with a quill on the side, the raccoon that sat on his shoulder, it’s name was Karl apparently, as per usual there, eyeing the two while munching on a piece of cat treats.
Edgar sounded quite frantic, almost completely deranged, it seemed the very visible black circles that laid under his eyes didn’t make any matters better. Tension filled the room as Poe’s presence was rather.. Distressing.
“ Yes, of course. Your lyrics are in good hands. “ Dazai spoke first before Chuuya could say his first snarky comment that would probably terrorize Edgar, smiling fakely (though nobody but Chuuya could see that) in order to ease Edgar’s clearly hysterical behaviour.
Edgar exhaled a breath he was holding in, his tense shoulders relaxed instantly, seemingly relieved a little. “ Thank goodness.. I acknowledge I am appearing a little.. Berserk lately, but I must not let my work be a failure; I’m sure you both can sympathize. “ Poe’s tone relaxed as he smiled wearily, his head tilting to the side slightly. “ I apologize. “ He added at the end, his facial expression apologetic and fatigued.
“ I understand, but do not worry, I can assure you everything’s set. “ Dazai replied, his smile a little phony (and very obviously fake, it was getting a little annoying now), but it seemed to unwind Poe as he nodded with a smile and walked away, proudness shown in his movements as he looked giddy in his walk about the response he got from Dazai.
“ ..That Edgar guy is.. Erratic. “ Chuuya commented after Poe left, in a wondering and slightly curious tone. He crossed his arms and paused to think for a moment.
Dazai shrugged, dropping his smile to a face of indifference as he gazed over at Chuuya. “ You’re right, though that’s normally how he is. “ Replied Dazai, he was about to speak again until a woman rushed over to the two of them, smiling widely.
“ Okay, you two! I added a few last-minute details to the new album cover, and I think it looks amazing! What do you two think? “ It was Ichiyō Higuchi, a junior Graphic Designer and the one who usually edits their album covers.. Though, it’s not like her ‘details’ made much of a difference in their eyes.
Higuchi announced excitedly, her blonde short hair tied up into her usual messy bun and her bangs brush over her deep brown eyes, that at this moment had sparkles in them. She wore a suit that she left unbuttoned. Higuchi isn’t usually seen around, mostly because of her constant workflow.
“ Look, this is the new one and this is the older one! “ She held up her work tablet with her right hand, going through two different images with her left hand that had an artist glove, she usually wears one anyway. “ The newer one has the gradient is at a different opacity, and I added another gradient with an airbrush over the design at the blend mode overlay, but decided it looks a little too dark so I also added some few strokes of a lighter shade and– “ She abruptly stopped and looked at the two, now smiling in embarrassment. “ Apologies, I just started talking. “ Higuchi spoke sheepishly, scratching the back of her head.
Chuuya and Dazai looked at each other and then Chuuya spoke up; “ It’s alright. It’s just.. We don’t see the difference in the albums but we trust your judgement. “ Chuuya spoke a little gently, Higuchi was always apprehensive when it came to her works, but she was still eager about it. So Chuuya didn’t want to completely shatter her ego by saying his usual vicious comments (he has terrorized too many employees). Higuchi smiled at Chuuya’s words and exhaled in relief, seemingly a little less unnerved. “ I see.. Well, I’ll get these printed now! These need to be on the records before the concert. “ She spoke, tapping on her device with a small smile on her face.
Chuuya’s gaze shifted from Higuchi to Dazai, seeing him sign something with a charming and charismatic smile, completely enthralling the woman who gave Dazai the clipboard to sign. Chuuya rolled his eyes.
“ Oh my god, the charisma is overflowingly oozing out of you, Mackerel. “ Sneered Chuuya, his arms crossed and sarcasm dripping from his voice as the woman walked away, seemingly frivolous.
Dazai snorted at Chuuya’s snarky comment, putting a hand over his mouth but keeping a distance between his hand and face to show Chuuya his grin. “ Why, are you jealous, Chibi? “
“ In your dreams, dumbfuck. “ Chuuya ridiculed, rolling his eyes at Dazai’s airy tone.
“ Well, you can’t deny my irresistible charm! “ Dazai dramatically exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest and the other at the right side of his hips.
“ Kyaah, I might just fall in love. “ Chuuya spoke in his most monotone voice, with a deadpan facial expression; he was not impressed by Dazai’s ridiculously trivial attempts at showing off his beauty and charm (which undeniably and annoyingly achingly was very much there.)
“ Kyaah, I might just fall in love. “.. Huh?
Well that sounds..
Familiar?
Dazai thought to himself inattentively as everything around him dulled out into muffled whispers and the frantically moving bright lights looked like faraway car lights, he started to view something else completely; a whole arcade with beeping machines everywhere, and he perks up immediately when he hears Chuuya speak again.. In a tone that strangely lacked depth.
“ Kyaah, I might just fall in love. “ Chuuya spoke in that same monotone voice that he spoke in earlier, except it was delivered in a more displeasured manner, he was standing behind a purple game machine.. It seems he’s lost the game.. Again
Chuuya had his invariable striking and blazing red hair except it was shorter; way shorter. His blue eyes narrowing over to a figure right in front of him.. It was Dazai
No, it was younger Dazai. One that Dazai didn’t desire to call Dazai or remember of that name (makes him feel sickly), perhaps his name would now be ‘Osamu’.
Chuuya was staring up at Osamu, who had a smug smirk splattered on his face, it seems he’s won the game once again, (wasn’t his fault Chuuya was a sore loser.)
“ Well, now you’re my little dog for an extended month, slug! “ Osamu chimed brightly, his tone laced with pride and triumph, his dark brown eyes flared with a blazing empty thrill.
Osamu rummaged through his big black trench coat’s pockets and took out some coins and shot them up with a snarky grin flashed at Chuuya whose facial expression was vexed; he wasn’t exactly craving another month of being Osamu’s ‘little dog’.
“ I’m not playing again, you dickhead. “ Fumed Chuuya brutally, he didn’t feel like losing in the hands of that prick again, because despite being a little too proud to voice it, he knew he’d always lose against Osamu.
(Why did Chuuya keep playing it with him then? ..No comment.)
Osamu chuckled, a grin with overflowing malice and mockery crept up slowly as Chuuya said so; “ Ohhh~? I didn’t think our little slug Nakahara Chuuya is also a scared little dog! “ Osamu taunted with a sing-song tone.
Chuuya wrinkled his nose angrily and exhaled through his teeth, his eyes closed momentarily. “ No, you dumbass, I just don’t think we should be here for longer, we have to get back to the hotel before we’re both fucked. “ He spoke with a voice of restraint, avoiding wanting to land a punch on Osamu’s smug face as he opened his eyes again.
Osamu snickered, seemingly amused as his face had an expression of mockery splattered across it, which only made Chuuya get more exasperated with Dazai’s careless behavior. “ Awww! But it’s so booorrriiinnnggg there! “ Whined Osamu annoyingly as he hunched over the game machine and pouted innocently at Chuuya.
“ We have to catch a flight tomorrow and we haven’t even slightly packed for. Everybody’s probably losing their shits right now. “ Chuuya scoffed at Osamu’s nagging, Chuuya wasn’t invested in Osamu’s complaints as he stepped away from the machine in front of him that was beeping with large letters on them indicating it needs more money to continue. Ignoring the machine, he shoved his hands in his black trouser’s pockets; he also wore a grey hoodie with a short peacoat over it (the idiot never let go of that peacoat), he’d wear those with slightly worn out casual brown shoes.
“ It’s only 6:45PM though~! The flight is at 5AM, you know? “ Protested Osamu in a pouty tone, though the argument was deemed futile in Chuuya's eyes.
Chuuya grabbed Osamu’s collar violently and scoffed, pulling Osamu down to his level so they would be making eye contact, and strangely, Chuuya’s deep blue eyes had completely enchanted Osamu into devoting all his attention into them as his own pupils dilated slightly and his breath was unusually unsteady for a moment.
Though, Osamu was (unfortunately too quickly) wrenched straight back into reality when Chuuya spoke again, “ Osamu fucking Dazai. Use your damned legs and start moving before I blow off your head this second. “ Chuuya threatened in a murderous tone while glaring straight into Osamu’s dim brown eyes in fierce exasperation.
“ What a nasty dog! You should respect your owner! “ Osamu stated loudly and put up his index finger while closing his eyes, displaying a fake but deceiving frown.
Unfortunately for Osamu, Chuuya was not deceived as he rolled his eyes and shoved him downwards, running his leather gloved hand through his hair angrily, having a very pronounced glare directed straight at the hunched over Osamu.
Osamu stood up straight and flashed a grin at Chuuya while he put up his hands, indicating he’s completely innocent. “ Fine, fine! Let’s get going then. “ Osamu spoke in his familiar airy tone, he was fixing up the bandages on his arms that Chuuya set somewhat loose.
“ You seem to have collected whatever bits of your remaining braincells, finally. “ Insulted Chuuya harshly, shoving his hands right into his pockets once again, scowling impatiently at the other.
Osamu laughed a little sarcastically before he abruptly fell silent and for a moment stopped fixing his bandages.. He then grinned and then looked up at Chuuya. “ First! We must see something first!! “ He insisted as he abandoned his bandages and walked over to Chuuya, with a face of dedication.
Chuuya evidently was not as eager as Osamu was to go somewhere; with him especially. “ No. We’re going back to the hote– “
“ Oh shut it and close your eyes already! I have a surprise for you. “ Osamu didn’t budge and immediately dismissed Chuuya’s protests, pulling his hood over his face to cover his eyes.
Chuuya got agitated. “ Hey! What the hell do you–?! “ He was interrupted again, this time by Osamu grabbing his hand and dragging him along, not bothering to stop to listen to his complaints as Chuuya was yelling but to Osamu, it was all just a sweet tune to his ears.
After a few peaceful moments of walking past since the other had stopped vainly complaining, Chuuya got irritated again. “ Hey asshole, where the fuck are you taking me? “ He asked violently as he tugged on Osamu’s hand aggressively.
“ What an impatient dog! Wait until your master goes to the right spot, will you? “ spoke the teasing Osamu, and Chuuya could imagine that aggravatingly sly and airy grin he always has across his face whenever he makes a dog joke.
Chuuya scoffed but knew there would be no more point in trying to oppose Osamu when it came to things he so desperately wanted to do. It was a pain in the ass but he went with it anyway.
It felt like Osamu was taking Chuuya a million different routes.
Chuuya could hear cars going by and feel the hard asphalt grounds of the road and sidewalks, it looked like he was taking him somewhere else completely.. He didn’t point it out; the worst part was that he couldn't even smell anything because the dumbfuck made the hood cover his nose as well. He could barely just hear the cars beeping and passing by in the bustling streets.
At one point, Chuuya started to feel what felt like pebbles and rocks under his feet, which was weird and as he was just about to point it out, then Osamu abruptly stopped, letting go of the other’s hand. “ Take off your hood. “ Osamu spoke, nudging Chuuya on the shoulder.
Chuuya spoke some bitter meaningless words that only came out as muffles before taking the hood that was covering his eyes and nose off; the somewhat strong wind instantly blowing through his hair, causing it to flow with the wind and the smell of salt filled his nose and the atmosphere around him, the sound of waves crashing onto the rocks and pebbles around while tipping the tips of his shoes and the summery hue of the stunning sunset sky highlighting the water as it moved swiftly.
𝘖𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘊𝘩𝘶𝘶𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘰.. 𝘈 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩? – Chuuya was dazed for a moment as he looked at the sunset. It’s like the colours in the sky danced and flowed around together, all making out to be a mix of a orange and red hue with yellow peaking through in some spots, surrounding the fiery look, there were a slightly purple and pink complexion with clouds invading the summery sunset with a hint of black.
“ ..Dazai? What– what the fuck? “ said Chuuya, he looked at Osamu, completely baffled but as soon as his eyes fell onto him, he saw how the orange hue caused by the sunset was highlighting Osamu, as if he was illuminated. The thin strokes of hair that fell over Osamu’s face, the light highlighting the curves of his face and shining his supposedly dim eyes that now seem so bright and.. Lively?
Osamu’s lips curled into a sly grin as he let out a closed-eye chuckle before looking back at Chuuya; “ Well, I know how much you love your beaches. I heard a stunning sunset was taking place today and I suppose they weren’t wrong unlike all the other times. “ Osamu explained shrewdly, his proud smile being not so extremely unbearable to Chuuya for a moment.
Chuuya’s stare lingered on Osamu for a moment before turning back to observe the sunset and taking in the smell of the beloved ocean as peace began to settle in his mind, he stayed quiet as he had a small smile on his face. He ran a hand through his hair as it circulated with the wind blowing in his face. This is what Chuuya wants and wanted. Serenity.
Osamu stood next to Chuuya; although he never had such connection towards.. Water, he knew the other did, and he would do anything to see that expression on his face.. The expression of harmony. Even if it meant having to smell the lousy salt and stepping on pebbles that make his feet hurt, he would do it in a heartbeat.
Chuuya continued looking at the sky before speaking again; “ You dickhead. “ was all he said with the same smile on his face. He approached the sea as he took off his glove and crouched down, running his hand through the water and feeling the refreshingness and coldness of it as the waters moved fleetly between his bare and warm fingers.
As the rocks on the floor sounded as if they were crumbling beneath Osamu’s shoes, he stepped forward, approaching the ocean. Without warning, he lowered and swiftly threw a handful of salty water straight at the side of Chuuya’s face, causing his head to shoot in Osamu’s direction and yelp loudly and then he groaned. “ Not even one peaceful moment, you dumbfuck?! “
Osamu flashed a grin at Chuuya and splashed another handful of the sea water, his long and slim fingers moving naturally against the water. Chuuya plunged water over at Osamu with both his hands but Osamu easily moved out of the way and obviously started taunting him, “ Aw, you missed, Chibi! “ He spoke in his sing-song airy tone, snickering.
“ Why you–! “ Chuuya scowled in frustration and pointed his index at Osamu while wiping off the water that landed on his face with the collar of his hoodie, the rough material caused friction against his skin, making his face slightly red on the side.
“ Mr. Dazai. “ A voice spoke, as if a far, far away person was calling out to him.. It’s quite familiar.. It sounded slightly troubled.
Just stay and observe. Observe.. The sunset.
“ Dazai?? “ The same voice spoke again, less far away now.. It was a woman, it sounded so close yet so far. So troubled yet so soft.
No, no. He can’t. He needs to stay here. Dazai’s eyes shot up, looking over at the young and poised Chuuya. The Chuuya he wished so terribly and hastily to be able to–
“ 𝘋𝘢𝘻𝘢𝘪! “ The voice was suddenly so clear as he felt the person’s panicked state, he saw the perfectly clear images fading out, the loud and obnoxious state of Chuuya’s vexed expression, the serene Chuuya. He so unfathomably and pathetically did not want to let this go, never again.
𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬.. 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬.. 𝘊𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘬 !
“ 𝙊𝙎𝘼𝙈𝙐! “ A frightened voice screamed out without thought.
Dazai felt his body being shoved so easily, like a rag doll by a panicked person; as Dazai snapped back to painful reality and all he saw were those same ocean blue eyes that were now filled with dismay and a black leather gloved hand sticking out, the same hand that had just shoved him to the side mercilessly, but before Dazai could react or even blink –
– 𝘾𝙍𝘼𝙎𝙃.